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Aurea’s Aubade
the sun pushes the mists of morning across the sands currents rush down into the waiting houses Continue reading
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Broken
The Singularity threatens our neural networks with artificial constructs, creating a perfect Anthropocene storm. Hamlet, poisoned by irony, dies. The curtain drops. Continue reading
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Two Haibun
What I liked was the way the sun, warm on my back, reflected off the shiny rails, shimmering as I tried to match my steps to the awkward spacing of the railroad ties. The crunch of the granite stones under my feet, the heat rising off the rust and gravel between the tracks. It gave… Continue reading
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The Natural Intention of Words
“Fuk-kien!” he said it over. Later she learned that the sound of words could mean entirely different things in other languages. We use the same words, but with different intentions, she thought. Continue reading
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She Came North from the Southlands
Embraced by hope’s persistence to bring a child from those lotus blossom shores to the ports of the Mid-Atlantic where the Chesapeake catches the storms meant for the Northeast. The contour of the coast holds the snow at bay. Continue reading
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2 of My Poems at Meat For Tea: The Valley Review
My two poems Drilled Into the Woodwork and A Remembrance of Things Past — (A Proustian Rumble) are published at Meat For Tea: The Valley Review. These can be viewed by purchasing a copy. I’m providing a link – here – Volume 18 Issue 1 Boba. You can view photos of the pages – here… Continue reading